One Person: I, the Dragon Tiger Stall King! I Won!

6: With the spirit of boxing taking over, a scoundrel becomes a master?On the third day, as dawn broke, Mount Longhu’s entrance was already bustling with people, their clamor almost shaking away the morning mist in the mountains.

”Don’t miss out! Officially certified by Mount Longhu, exclusively authorized by Tianshi Mansion! True Person Zhang’s personally endorsed photocopy talismans, only five thousand yuan each, guaranteed to ward off disaster, solve difficulties, and protect you from all evil!”

Zhao Sanpao, this normally idle hooligan, was now dressed in a surprisingly respectable manner, draped in a yellow banner he’d pulled from who knows where, his voice louder than a gong.

His small stall was filled with crudely printed talismans, poor imitations of Zhang Xuanyi’s ”Mind-Calming Talismans.”

Zhang Xuanyi stood on the outskirts of the crowd, a vein throbbing in his forehead from anger, almost grabbing a pole from the stall to give Zhao Sanpao some ”physical salvation.”

But what utterly dumbfounded him was that this obviously flawed sales pitch actually had people believing it!

”Give me one!” A muscular, burly young martial artist squeezed through the crowd and, without hesitation, scanned a QR code to pay five thousand yuan.

What he received was not just a fake talisman, but also a colorful packet of imitation fist soul candy.

Under the gaze of hundreds of onlookers, the young man tore open the packaging, threw the oddly colored candy into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

The next second, he took a deep breath, suddenly sank his waist and settled into a horse stance, striking a standard Eight Extremities Fist posture: ”Cannon that Reaches the Sky from the Ground!”

”Hoo!”

With a fierce roar, his muscles and bones crackled, and a sharp, solid aura emanated from his body.

Though not comparable to a true Grandmaster, the essence within his Boxing stance (fist stance) already held three-tenths of its true meaning!

The surrounding common folk didn’t understand the intricacies, but they felt the young man was awe-inspiring and immediately erupted in cheers.

Zhang Xuanyi’s pupils suddenly contracted.

How could this fake product carry a hint of true meaning?

The core of his fist soul candy was a wisp of spiritual thought from the Tianshi Seal; imitations would at most be some refreshing sugar, absolutely incapable of replicating the fist intent!

Just as he was about to step forward and expose this bizarre deception, a cold, iron-like shout, like a clap of thunder, exploded at the mountain gate.

”Tianshi Mansion Enforcement! Everyone, disperse!”

The crowd was pushed aside by an invisible aura, revealing more than a dozen enforcement disciples in black Daoist robes, carrying long swords, escorting a stern-faced middle-aged Daoist.

This person was none other than Li Songyang, the Chief of the Hall of Law Enforcement!

Li Songyang’s gaze, like a hawk’s, locked onto Zhang Xuanyi’s stall, his voice devoid of any warmth: ”Tianshi Mansion hereby declares that Zhang Xuanyi is not a certified talisman master of our Mount Longhu. His street stall, selling so-called talismans and pills, is purely an illegal altar, spreading heresy and misleading the public! Effective immediately, this stall is to be sealed, and all items confiscated!”

”Whoosh—”

At these words, the common folk erupted in an uproar.

The enforcement disciples stepped forward, ready to overturn Zhang Xuanyi’s stall.

”Wait!” A clear female voice rang out. Su Qingzhu, carrying a camera, rushed to the front line like an agile leopard, her lens pointing directly at Li Songyang’s ashen face.

”Daoist Li! I’d like to ask, if Daoist Zhang’s stall is fake, then how do you explain the three bell tolls and the heavenly phenomena from the other day? Now, the Yin evil energy below the mountain is growing thicker, and the common people are anxious and uneasy. Is it wrong for them to seek a talisman, to seek peace of mind?”

Su Qingzhu’s questions were incredibly sharp, instantly igniting the emotions of the common folk present.

”Yes! We just believe in Daoist Zhang!”

”Who cares if he’s certified or not, as long as it works!”

Li Songyang’s face grew even uglier. He stared intently at Zhang Xuanyi, enunciating each word: ”Any art not certified by Tianshi Mansion is considered an unorthodox path, a deceptive statement! Our Mount Longhu has a thousand-year legacy; how can we allow such petty individuals to ruin our sect’s reputation!”

Before his words finished, from deep within the mountain forest, that familiar chilly wind once again swirled up, carrying a heart-palpitating coldness.

Immediately after, Li Wujiu’s crazed and hoarse laughter echoed from afar, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.

”Seal! Seal! Seal! Hahaha... Li Songyang, what else can your Tianshi Mansion do besides sealing things? What a pity, people’s hearts have opened, their wisdom awakened. This door, can you seal it?!”

The laughter reverberated through the valley, eerie and piercing.

The chaos at the scene reached its peak.

Zhao Sanpao, seeing that he was about to be ignored by the enforcement disciples, in a bid to snatch Su Qingzhu’s camera attention, had a moment of impulsive madness and made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life!

He grabbed a flattened paper bag from the ground—it was precisely the ”fist soul candy trial pack” that Zhang Xuanyi had casually discarded yesterday!

”Look! I have the real thing here too! I’ll eat it for you all to see!”

Zhao Sanpao roared, stuffing the dusty, real fist soul candy into his mouth!

In an instant, a majestic and vast Grandmaster-level fist intent, a hundred times more powerful than that of the martial artist just now, surged into his frail body like a bursting dam!

”Ugh ah—!”

Zhao Sanpao let out an inhuman shriek, his eyes instantly filled with violent bloodshot veins.

He simply could not comprehend or bear this power, feeling as if all his limbs and bones were about to be torn apart!

”Get lost!”

He uncontrollably unleashed a punch at an enforcement disciple who was about to apprehend him!

This punch had no specific technique, no pattern; it was a pure outpouring of savage fist intent!

That enforcement disciple grunted as if struck by a heavy hammer, and was actually forced back three large steps, each step leaving a deep imprint on the hard bluestone slab!

The entire scene fell silent!

Everyone was stunned by this astonishing sight.

”Heavens... Oh my god! This hooligan... became a master?!”

”One punch... one punch repelled a Daoist of enforcement?”

Zhao Sanpao himself was also stunned. He looked at his fists in horror, but his body was like a controlled puppet, once again striking an odd yet domineering starting stance.

”Collapse!”

”Mountain!”

”Force!”

He unconsciously uttered three words, and his body uncontrollably unleashed three consecutive, fiercely powerful Baji Collapse Mountain Strikes!

The fist wind howled, sharp as a blade, instantly causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on a nearby bluestone slab that was half a person tall!

Zhang Xuanyi inwardly cried ”Not good!”

The effect of the fist soul candy only lasted for an hour, but this power was the deadliest poison for an ordinary person like Zhao Sanpao!

He couldn’t control it at all; he would only become a slave to the fist intent, completely losing control!

Once he lost control in public and injured someone, or even caused a death, his stall would never recover, and he would be branded as ”spreading dangerous foreign objects.” By then, let alone changing fate, he himself would be suppressed by Tianshi Mansion until he died!

In the nick of time!

Zhang Xuanyi no longer hesitated, grabbing the last heavenly eye mung beans displayed as a sample on his stall, and quickly swallowed them!

The world seemed to be in slow motion.

The clamor of voices, the flying dust, Zhao Sanpao’s twisted, ferocious face—everything transformed into a slow-motion frame-by-frame scene.

Zhang Xuanyi seized the moment!

Just as Zhao Sanpao finished his third Collapse Mountain Strike, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to emerge, in the instant he retracted his fist to gather breath, there was a fleeting, merely 0.2-second gap!

Now!

He suddenly slid his feet, his figure ghost-like, cutting in beside Zhao Sanpao.

There was no earth-shattering aura, only extreme speed and precision!

His index and middle fingers were joined like a sword, and he swiftly pointed them at Zhao Sanpao’s Jianjing and Quchi acupoints!

At the same time, he lowered his voice and, in a tone containing a peculiar rhythm, whispered into Zhao Sanpao’s ear: ”Guard the Dantian, return the fist to its true heart!”

This was precisely the last life-saving technique his master taught him before his travels—the ”Qi Guiding Hand!”

This hand seal was not for attack, but specifically used to guide uncontrolled ”Qi” or ”intent” back to its source!

Something miraculous happened!

The magical power from Zhang Xuanyi’s fingertips actually resonated strangely with the violent fist soul intent flow within Zhao Sanpao’s body!

Zhao Sanpao’s entire body trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible current.

In his bloodshot eyes, madness and savagery receded like a tide, replaced by endless fear.

That violent aura, which had almost burst his body, was forcefully guided by a gentle yet firm power, slowly converging back into his Dantian Qi Sea.

With a thud, Zhao Sanpao’s legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, violently retching onto the ground, tears and snot smearing his face.

”Daoist Master! Daoist Master Zhang! I was wrong! I’ll never pretend to be a master again! Wuwuwu... Help me...”

The chaotic scene, due to this dramatic turn of events, once again fell into an eerie silence.

A moment later, someone, no one knew who, was the first to applaud, and then, thunderous applause resounded through the mountain gate!

The common folk’s gaze towards Zhang Xuanyi was no longer mere curiosity and plea for help, but filled with awe, astonishment, and even a glimmer of... hope!

Su Qingzhu’s camera faithfully recorded everything. She panned from the kneeling, begging Zhao Sanpao, across the excited and shocked faces of the common folk, finally settling on Zhang Xuanyi’s calm face.

Holding the microphone, she asked with all her might:

”Daoist Li! I want to ask, if a talisman, a candy, can allow a hooligan to experience the majesty of a martial arts Grandmaster, can allow an ordinary person to feel the power and dignity of protecting themselves—then shouldn’t such a thing exist?!”

This question was deafening!

Li Songyang fell silent. He looked at the distraught Zhao Sanpao, at the agitated common folk, and then at Zhang Xuanyi, who was composed and serene, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

His lips moved, but in the end, the words ”Take them all away” remained unspoken.

After a long moment, he coldly left a single statement: ”Within three days, the Hall of Law Enforcement will make a final determination on this matter.”

With that, he flicked his Daoist robe and, along with the enforcement disciples whose expressions were equally complex, turned and departed.

A disturbance temporarily subsided.

As the crowd gradually dispersed and dusk settled, the mountain entrance returned to silence.

A small, thin figure silently appeared at the corner of Zhang Xuanyi’s stall.

It was the Deaf-Mute Daoist Child.

He said nothing, but quietly took out a smooth jade tablet from his Pregnant (bosom). The jade tablet was engraved with an ancient seal character: ” View” (Guan, meaning observe or view).

He gently placed the jade tablet on a corner of the stall, then extended his thin, dry fingertip and seemingly casually tapped the ground.

Unnoticed by anyone, a faint, almost invisible spiritual light shot from the jade tablet, disappeared into the ground, and quietly connected with the earth’s pulse (ley lines) of the entire Mount Longhu.

In Zhang Xuanyi’s mind, the cold system notification sound reappeared:

[”Guan Xin Array,” the second array eye, has been positioned.]

[reverse fate altering compass unlock progress: 50%.]

Zhang Xuanyi picked up the cool jade tablet. It felt smooth and warm to the touch, as if still carrying the Deaf-Mute Daoist Child’s body temperature.

He gazed at the deeply engraved ” View” character on the jade tablet, then looked up at Mount Longhu’s main peak, which was sinking into the night in the distance, and murmured to himself, his voice carrying a tremor and excitement he himself hadn’t noticed:

”Well, well... is this small stall of mine the root of trouble, or a spark that will ignite a prairie fire?”

The night was deep. Zhang Xuanyi tidied up the aftermath but felt no sleepiness.

He looked up at the ancient bell hanging above the mountain gate, casting a huge shadow in the moonlight, like a giant beast ready to devour people.

A bold plan quietly formed in his mind.